Hey I'm Mez, that's really one of my many nick names, if you're interested, another nickname is Maroon which i'm called at home. Anyhow, i've been writing silly songs since the age of 10 and have always had a genuine interest, no LOVE, for Literature and writing and extending my imagination/emotions. There are some great people in this site, all of whom are beautifully original. You will notice i detest all people that put on a facade and follow 'the crowd', i like a rebellion that isn't afraid of being something different and original, someone that truly is not afraid of themselves. Ok, now that i have bored you with nonsense, here's something that might make more sense: I'm 17, at college, a little bit of a covert mysoginist at times, slightly reserved, sensitive and obviously into poetry etc. If i puzzle you in my writing don't be surprised, i write about things people can't really explain and neither can i so puzzling you is rather intentional, if i may so, arrogantly.

interests: poetry, writing, music ( jazz, Rock, indie, blues, etc), HOCKEY, philosophical books, i,e, paolo coehlo, tragedy, i.e. hardy, dickens, and 'literature'/period i.e. jane austen, and the brontes, thackery etc. i always love a little debate too. nowadays i don't make sense when i'm arguing about a concept but i can be arguementative and hilariously stubborn about my views and beliefs when i know what i'm talking about. feminism rocks! women ought to rule the world!

My favourite qoutes:

'I have many miles on foot to fare'

'A dead man is better than a tortured man who grives plentiful of something worthless'

'A mind is like a wound, if it's too open it gets infected'

‘The only superiority in women that is tolerable to the rival sex is, as a rule, that of the unconscious kind; but a superiority which recognises itself may sometimes please by suggesting possibilities of capture to the subordinate man.’

HARDY, ‘FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD’

‘Love being an extremely exacting usurer (a sense of exorbitant profit, spiritually, by an exchange of hearts, being at the bottom of pure passions, as that of exorbitant profit, bodily or materially, is at the bottom of those of lower atmosphere),’

This is a poem I wrote for my creative writing class when given the assignment to write on things that attract us or how things are judged... I took the angle of how a person attracts to me! This is also going to go into a poetry book i have to make.. R&R

How far will people go to try to understand something that's beyond their grasp? How much they will they do to regain what they use to hold once upon a time? Or is this all just leading towards a slow decline of death and suicide?

self criticism, the genres i've categorised are even criticism, 'parody' implies irony, critical statement and 'nature' means the despairing human nature not the idyllic nature that we see but never touch. phew, if that's too deep, read my poem to cool of

how the wind blows in different directions and nobody knows its plain face so indecipherable in its canvased form and how the frienship bonds between the most ubliekly chains, drawing us in with its haggard remains of spiritual doamin.

a stream of thoughts on one's deepest resentmensts and wishes- it's about a relationship in whihc i have never endured the truth, or depth of 'meeting eye to eye' with another, esp someone that matters so much

a cynical, conspiracitorial, reflective, flighty message on how we fantasise about things we see afront of us, hear of, and how we are sucked in my that fanstasy, that it almost become an obscurity as we search for it even more to reflect a reality(whihc

a cynical,m reflective, individual outlook on fantasy v reality on what we lie to call 'love' or romanticise as love, it's positive in tone, cynical in its structure/content...hope you like it, not my best work so apologise

about being in overwhelming slumber, it is about this week and how tired evrybody has been in what should be so busy and awake a mood, instead they are walking arounf like zombies!hehe hope you all like it, please r and r and criticism are welcome!

again not trying to be paulo coehlo, just adapting to a philosophical style of writing and much personal a genre, please read and review, the title is decieving, well at leats ive tried to make it decieving!

this is a philosophical diary which exclaims that we are 'perfect' when we instead of perfecting learn from our own individual experiences, our own discoveries the greatest of our unqiues truths and realisations.

love which is a result of animosity, attraction which is know yet unnoticed for so long, how it is for the lovers and the observer, a haiku, atleast i tried to make it a haiku- hope you like it! please feel free to criticise

well this is about a friend who has requested i write a poem about him in a positive like, unfortunately his vanity has lead me to be atiny weeny bit spiteful but all in all i have portrayed him in a positive light so have been generally kind, here you go

ive tried to put hiddem menaings in this, u may see it a love triangle and in a way it is but not between three but two people, it is about fear of love, a pesron is two people at once and the one she loves love sthe person she only appears to be and not

about the the type of person taht lies within at some point in life and suddenly disappears, it is about domestic constraint and being urself, it is about what to flee but being entrapped and so forth- hope u enjoy it!

The diffrence between right and wrong and fact and opinion as well as morality and justice are laid bare in this arguementative article on religion and its importance in society today compared to what is considered important nowadays!

a part od star-crossed lover's night of passion leads to a life of disatsre, as the rivalry between the to feuding families continue, the two lovers themselves hold a grudge against one another and the rest you will just have to find out